Morning Hazem
Here are more of my recent images.
It is foggy outside this morning, and there is something magical about cycling in the fog; you see as you go! and the landscape unfold itself in front of your eyes. This boundary between seeing and not seeing seems very moving, disorientating experience.
Since my last night post on the Bab Al Salam Mill, I remembered another experience there:
When I was painting on the top of its roof, a camera crew were filming at the bridge, and they waved there hands at me, gesturing a question about the way to climb to my place at the top of the Mill. So they managed to find they up to the roof , they were a camera crew for a Kuwaiti TV and were delighted with the views of Damascus Fabric, so they filmed the scene and asked me my permission to film me in action of painting my (to be lost) painting.
I can’t help my grief of my whitened painting, on a roll of film, gathering dust in Kuwait!
Issam
